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BLUE FURY - Alena Ptsjolko

BLUE FURY - Alena Ptsjolko



When thro' cloud-rifts of shadowy rise,
Earthward are bent his ruthless eyes,
Where, blind to doom, the quarry lies!

And from dense cloud to noontide glow,
(His fiery gaze still fixed below),
He sails on pinions proud and slow!

Till, like a fierce, embodied ray,
He hurtles down the dazzling day,
A death-flash on his startled prey;


- The Hawk by Paul Hamilton Hayne





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